Page 24 of Stat: Love In Scrubs

Desmond wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. Then leaned down to place a succession of kisses against my lips.

Then he stepped back to admire me in my leggings and oversized t-shirt.

I looked as if I spent the day cleaning, but if you asked him, he would say otherwise. He was a fan, and it was clear.

“So, what did I do to deserve a visit?” he asked.

I was still so enraptured by his doctor look that words seemed not to come out the way I wanted them to. He smirked down at me and lifted a brow. I cleared my throat and tried again.

“I just wanted you to eat something good,” I told him, lifting up the lunch pail I made him.

His smile brightened at the sight. Then he took my hand into his and pulled me to follow him towards the back.

The nurse at the desk was smiling big, like she couldn’t wait till we were out of sight so she could gossip.

I shook my head as he pulled me down a long hall before using his badge to open a door.

The moment I stepped inside, I noticed there was a bed with a blanket I’d seen many times at his house. A desk on the other side of the room, and beside the bed, was a nightstand. It was like a little bedroom. He released my hand and took the food from me to place on the desk.

I watched as he pulled each container from the bag, placing it to the side. Then popped the top on each one before glancing back at me with a wide smile.

“Damn, and it’s fresh. Come give me some love. I appreciate you doing this. I would have gladly eaten what’s downstairs, but this is better.”

I strolled over and took a seat on his lap, then leaned down to kiss him. I stood from the place I had taken up on his lap, then turned back to face him.

“I did not know this is where you stay when you’re on-call. This is nice. Do you usually invite women in here?” I asked with a lift of my brow.

“Nah, it’s supposed to be a place for you to get rest. At least as much as you can, and what women? You’re the only woman outside of my ex-wife who has come up here.” He told me, then turned back to grab the silverware I had placed into the bag to dig into the food.

“So, what else do you do in here besides sleep?” I asked.

He was chewing at this point, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He turned in the desk chair, holding the container and fork in his hand, to face me.

“Talk to you and Esa. What you trying to show me a little something in here?” he asked, between bites.

I giggled and waved him off. “No, sir. Darby is waiting on me. We’re watching rom-coms all night. Well, until I fall asleep.”

“Mhhm. Sounds like you have a long night ahead of you. You remember when we talked about Veronica’s parents?” he asked.

I nodded and gave him my undivided attention.

“I reached out after we talked that day.

I feel like I owed it to Veronica to at least try to get her parents involved with Esa.

Well, they got in contact with me today.

They want to come and visit with Esa at my parents' place this weekend. I figured you might as well come along too. I just need some support. I hope this shit goes alright.”

I stood from where I had been sitting on the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck to give him a hug.

“You don’t even have to ask. I’ll be there. Just let me know what I can bring,” I told him.

He nodded and continued to eat.

“I’ll check with my mom. I’m sure she is going to say, ‘Just bring yourself.’ So you might have to come up with something on your own, like a dessert or wine. I’ll grab it, so don’t worry about it.”

“I can cook something.” I offered.

“You damn sure can. Why didn’t you tell me you were going off like this in the kitchen?” he responded.

I giggled and shook my head, slipping from his lap. I stood in front of him as an idea came to mind.

“How long do you usually get to eat?” I asked with a grin.

His brow lifted as he looked me up and down.

“Until an emergency or appointment arises. Why?” he asked, placing the food to the side.

“Stand up for me,” I instructed him.

No words, he stood and glanced down at me, wondering what I had planned.

I reached into his scrubs to grip his dick, causing him to smirk.

I ran my tongue over my lower lip. Then released the hold I had on him to pull his scrubs and briefs down with it.

His dick sprang free as I dipped low in front of him, engulfing his dick into the heat of my mouth.

His head fell back onto his shoulder, and his hands gripped my ponytail as I continued to allow his dick to slide to the back of my throat. I pulled his entire length from my mouth, then teased the head while stroking him with a tight fist.

“Shit,” he groaned.

I glanced up at him, wanting him to see the way he was making me feel as I continued to suck and lick every part of him. I couldn’t get enough. My pussy was sopping wet.

Desmond pulled from my mouth before he could cum, then bent me over the desk by the food. He hiked my leg up onto the chair after pulling my leggings down and tossing them to the side.

He rubbed his thick head against my slick entrance, begging for more, before driving into me. I moaned, and he wrapped his hand around my mouth.

“You want the patients and the nurses to hear what I’m doing to this pussy?” he groaned in my ear.

I shook my head since he still had my mouth covered as he continued to pound my center. My legs were going weak, but the way he was holding me kept me upright.

“Let me feel that pussy cum all over my dick,” he commanded.

My body didn’t give him lip and just as he instructed, I shattered into a million pieces. I closed my eyes as he emptied himself into me. He slowly pulled out of me and removed his hand.

“Damn,” he said aloud.

I giggled and looked over my shoulder.

“Now I have to leave here with a wet ass pussy.”

He bit his lower lip, then slapped my ass. When his beeper went off, alerting him to either an emergency or just an appointment. I wasn’t sure. He quickly helped me put my shit back on and then led me back to the front before rushing off.

I did my best to make it as quickly as possible out of the hospital without anyone noticing a difference.

But then again, I didn’t give a damn. I’m sure the nurse at the front saw the difference in my walk.

I made it out of the hospital quickly, head down, praying nobody else noticed.

But even if they did, so what? My ponytail was crooked, my legs unsteady—oh well. Let ‘em wonder.

The drive home was a blur of replaying what just happened, my body still buzzing from his touch. By the time I pulled into my driveway, I was grinning like a teenager who'd just had her first kiss.

Once I got back home, Darby was walking towards the front door with a knowing smile.

“Oh, you had that man fucking on the clock.”

I walked around her with a smirk.

“And,” I yelled over my shoulder as I rushed upstairs to shower.

I could hear her saying Yassss in the distance, causing me to laugh. I still can’t believe I almost talked myself out of that.